Boocoo Dinky Dow: My short, crazy Vietnam War has been accepted for inclusion in the Vietnam Center and Archive at Texas Tech University. Created in 1989, the archive is  home to the largest collection of Vietnam related material outside the U.S. National Archives.

How cool is that?

Even if you can't visit Lubbock to go through the files and look at materials such as the Grady Myers memoir, you can sit at your computer and do research thanks to the collection's virtual archive. You can look in the map database. You can search the operations database. You can browse the  oral histories and listen to folks tell their stories of Vietnam. (Too bad we don't have an audio interview with Grady to include.)

How great to know that this part of our history -- difficult, controversial, significant -- is being saved for generations to study.

When a squad leader in Vietnam assigned Grady Myers to design a logo for the men's helmet covers, he became one of many people who sought the favor of Grady's artistic talents over the years. One of the first to do so was his pal Bob Benzon, an Air Force veteran who also served in 'Nam.

Bob and Grady knew each other as young teenagers back in 1963-65. They were classmates at Otis Air Force Base in Massachusetts, where their dads were stationed. They lost track of each other after that. It wasn't until Bob learned about Grady's memoir "Boocoo Dinky Dow: My short, crazy Vietnam War" that he knew what became of his chum.

In a recent letter, Bob described Grady as a natural artist.

"He doodled in his school notebooks all the time, and did little sketches for me, but only with a bit of prodding.  He could knock these things out very quickly in a style I could characterize as 'hurried realism.'  The art people probably have a better name for the genre.  No erasing, no modifications, just straight from pencil to paper, and that was so cool to me.  His drawings (mostly of WWII subjects) put a person right there ... if you get my drift."

Bob said most of the "Air Force brats" had at least a passing interest in the military.

"Many followed in their father's footsteps into various branches, often over the objections of their parents. My theory on that is that most of our dads were WWII vets (boys back then wanted similar experiences), but the dads knew what combat could do to a person inside. So, when we went in, the dads were proud, but scared.

"I served as a 2nd then 1st lieutenant pilot in the 362nd Tactical Warfare Squadron flying airplanes much older than I was, Douglas EC-47s. My war was quite benign ... take off, stooge around for a few hours fixing targets with radio triangulation, call the shooters in, land the airplane, over and over again. I was stationed at Da Nang, we only got hit once in the air.  We got rocketed out of our beds once a week or so on base, but I cannot imagine what the Army guys out in the jungle went through."

Guys like Grady, who came back with a Purple Heart and lots of stories.

Bob, who lives in Virginia, returned from Vietnam without a scratch. A sharp salute to him for tracking me down to share his memories -- and, of course, for his six years of military service.